Snow Angels - Part 6

“What?”
“Your name is Melanie Ladoga”
“What? How…”
In that moment I remember the helmets in the closet. William Ladoga, “Wild Bill”.
I just could not say anything, it was like a black cloud darkened my vision and heart.

What have happened to me? I tried to talk:
“My name is definitely not Melanie.”

I could feel my tears pouring up in my eyes again. But I did not want to look weak so I tried to be calm and sensible. This whole mess had to have some explanation.
“I just want to go home”
“This is your home. We were married yesterday, honey. You don’t remember that either, do you?”

I just shook my head.
“We are not married! And I have never…

I fell silent and then said:
“I must have a drivers license in my purse. I do have a purse, don’t I?”
“Of course” He said and went up to look.

After some searching in the room he gave up.
“You must have left IT in the living room or something, but you normally leave it here in the bedroom. You are very fussy about your purse” He said and looked at me with a weak smile.

I smiled back. That was something that I could relate to. I have always been very fussy about a lot of things in my life and my purse and credit cards was definitely some of them.

“I assume your name is Bill then? I saw some helmets with that name in the closet.”
“You are so right, William Ladoga if we are to be precise. Let’s go out in the living room to have a look then”

He went out of the room, still wearing nothing but the towel. But I did not dare to say anything about that just now.

It was a spacious room, and nicely decorated, if you liked that sort of furniture. It was the shabby chic type of everything, except the big black sofa in leather. It looked brand new and it was probably very expensive. On the floor under the sofa I saw an antique oriental rug. This guy was not poor.

We both looked everywhere but could not find the purse. I did find a beautiful sweater that I guessed was mine, and another pair of high heel sandals. They where not his so I assumed they belonged to me.

“We have to look in the kitchen too. You used to be there a lot.”
“I used to be in the kitchen, did I cook?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes, at the beginning you were here all the time. Then, well, a bit less…” He said with a bit of sadness.

The kitchen was a truly beautiful place. It was old fashioned and super modern in the same time. Two of the walls where painted in lime green and the rest retained its brick walls.

“Here it is!” He said triumphantly and held up a nice little purse in light pink leather.
I did not say a word. That was not my purse.

He opened it and took out a black wallet and opened it.
“Here it is.” He said and showed up my driving license.

It said to read, Melanie Ladoga. Born: May 12,1974.
The date was the same as mine, but not the name.